Life's A Bitch, Well Baby, So Am I

I was going to write on monday, but I ended up having a hissy fit at my Analysis homework instead. So I went to the cinema to see Once Upon A Time In Mexico again. Which lead to a massive splurge of writing on the fic I'd already started based upon it, and the blog got neglected.

I was going to write on tuesday, but I ended up having a hissy fit at my entire life instead. So I went nowhere, except the land of the happily inebriated. Actually, I sat down with a bottle of Australian Shiraz and a spicy curry supanoodle. Then I managed to not fall off my chair, much to the amusement of my frowning housemates, and instead fell asleep face down sprawled across several cushioned but uncomfortable chairs just under the window of our kitchen. Then a housemate studying politics walked in, and I managed to semi-wake up just in time to offer to proofread her essay.

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

My usual obsessive-compulsive ardor enhanced by the over-enthusiasm typical of the alcohol affected led to sitting down and rewriting "An Examination Of The Applicability Of The Term 'Philosopher' To The Presocratics." Or something sounding a bit like that, although I think the title I just came up with here is better. Questions of Natural Science and Metaphysics, don't you know.

I teamed up with the housemate, we worked together, I think she was pleased with the end result. My main problem was with the words. I was fine typing away, but if you're working with someone on their essay the process is really based upon discussing what you're writing, and then deciding on what sounds best together. And I was having problems with the words, and well, saying them. Philo... Philol... Philolgsother? Anyway, I think it turned out pretty well once we learned to work around my phonetic disabilities.

And then I found a crossword game on her computer, and after playing that for a little bit she brought down the Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets game. Which, btw, is really very good. Not too much thinking, not too much quickfire. Apparently I'm doing quite well, I hope to finish it sometime this week.

Ah yes. So I was going to write on tuesday, but I looked up at 11:40, realised there wasn't a save point anywhere nearby, and went back to rictusempra-ing cornish pixies.